"Here!" Ying Zijin waved, then paused, "Just give it to me."
The steward looked up, slightly stunned.
Before he came, he had heard from Xize that Miss Ying was the prettiest among them all.
Even if there were ten thousand people around her, you could spot her instantly.
But witnessing it in person was far more impactful.
The girl casually turned her head, her eyes slightly lowered.
It was as if a stream of light cascaded down, tinkling and illuminating the ground with flickering brilliance.
It was impossible to look away.
The steward managed to regain his composure, respectfully stepping forward: "Hello, Miss Ying, this is the gift prepared for you."
He took out a box from the folding bag.
In an instant, the golden shine filled everyone’s sight.
Ye Siqing stood right next to Ying Zijin, the closest, almost blinded by the glare.
Dean Norman was also momentarily bewildered.
The laboratory fell silent for a moment.
"..."
In everyone’s mind, there was one thought at this moment.
This was a gold brick specially carved into a hollow box, right?
The City of the World had long abolished paper currency, leaving only electronic coins.
Yet, gold and jade stones still persisted.
But in an age dominated by folding bags, who would use a box made of gold to store things?
Ying Zijin pressed her head, truly unwilling to accept, but still took it: "Thank you."
The steward was a bit embarrassed too, lowering his voice: "Miss Ying, sorry, Mr. Lorentz and his friends particularly like gold; it’s a habit they can’t change."
The surname Lorentz is quite famous in the City of the World.
However, it’s not known as a family but as a corporation.
Many businesses, including the largest auction house, are owned by the Lorentz Group.
Though Xize usually appears carefree, as the most outstanding ruler in the Lorentz Family’s history, his skills and methods are highly commendable.
Being a descendant of the direct lineage, he naturally took over the auction house from the previous group owner effortlessly.
"With the gifts delivered, I shall take my leave now." The steward nodded slightly to Dean Norman and others, smiling a bit, "If these tickets aren’t enough for Miss Ying, I can deliver more at any time."
He gracefully exited, closing the door behind him.
Mo Feng didn’t want to linger any longer, spoke again: "Bier, let’s go."
Bier, somewhat puzzled, glanced at the golden box.
Failing to discern anything from it, she withdrew her gaze and left with Mo Feng.
Dean Norman gradually recovered from the bewilderment of the golden box: "This is..."
"Well, just some papers." Thinking she wouldn’t use all the tickets, Ying Zijin decided to share them.
As soon as she opened the box, another burst of blinding gold light appeared.
The message from inside out spoke four words—I’m loaded!
Everyone: "..."
Ying Zijin expressionlessly held the gold box; one corner of the box was bent directly by her grip.
How should she cure Xize of this ailment?
"Damn!" The male student was the first to react, staring at the gleaming tickets, "Lorentz Auction House tickets?!"
Just now, when Bier was distributing tickets to Xu Jingshan and others, they of course watched carefully; saying they weren’t envious would be false.
The Lorentz Auction House tickets are usually black and white; when did they change style?
Ye Siqing murmured: "Not only are they Lorentz Auction House tickets, but they’re A Zone and VIP Zone."
Moreover, there must be dozens of them here, right?
"They’re yours." Ying Zijin placed the tickets one by one on the table, "Take them freely."
Ye Siqing was dumbfounded: "Junior Sister Ying, seriously?"
"Yes." Ying Zijin pulled out another VIP ticket and handed it over: "Dean Norman, this one’s for you."
"I get one too?" Dean Norman was surprised, "You’re not keeping—"
The word "keeping" was blocked by the five VIP tickets in the girl’s hand.
Every time the auction announcement came out, the tickets were gone in a flash.
Not to mention, VIP Zone tickets are never sold to the public.
VIP Zone tickets can bid for three items for free, with no price ceiling.
Dean Norman had only received VIP Zone tickets twice before.
He rubbed his hands: "Oh, well then, ap—"
Ying Zijin glanced at him, reminding: "Dean."
Dean Norman immediately swallowed his words, asserting: "Prepare diligently for the experiment days ahead; many are watching."
Upon hearing this, no one paid him any mind.
Group B members were absorbed in examining the golden ticket.
Dean Norman didn’t care either.
For once, he was enjoying the day, mingling with his student for a good meal.
This feeling was unusually pleasant.
He pocketed the VIP Zone ticket contentedly and returned to his lab in a leisurely manner.
He took out the ticket and snapped a photo, sending it to Sinai.
[Look, your junior sister is great, she even gave me a VIP ticket; why don’t you ever show a bit of filial piety to your teacher?]
A few seconds later, a new reply arrived.
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